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“I mean, I could. However, I really do not think you actually want me to return to it on account of what I’ve been cooking up in there. Goodness knows I might actually finish things up tonight when I simply meant to take a break!”
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@crimsonharvests
“I mean, I could. However, I really do not think you actually want me to return to it on account of what I’ve been cooking up in there. Goodness knows I might actually finish things up tonight when I simply meant to take a break!”
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"If you're an anxious mess like me when it comes to even basic interpersonal relationships, then I... suppose not?"
An awkward pat on the back is offered. This is a show of affection, coming from her.
"I hear you there. I am just... concerned that I might be missing something. I've had to reject quite a few people, and I never imagined it could be any more hurtful than having a job application turned down."
i'd like to drop my warrior of light (reaper - tsukiko kuroishi) from final fantasy xiv, who was housed in 208! i'll definitely bring her back for dawntrail in some form, but i think i need to give her a break now that we've got a bit of a wait for the next expac!
She'll be dropped!
-- mod altair.
FINGERS RUB FABRIC GENTLY BETWEEN THEM, contrast to the earnest expression which rests upon his face. another outfit which has drawn his attention, reminiscent of the style which he wears, if not for a few, additional accessories that deviate from his more traditional xianzhou attire. to even stand here perusing them was strange, when the clothes which he had recently acquired been a loan, nothing of his own merit. only one thing causes his brows to furrow in the slightest confusion, not quite grasping it fully.
arguably, he was just as lost as he is now than he was when he first was pried from that haze. at the very least, he was nowhere close to how adept the woman with scales seems in her way through the clothing.
❝ These clothes. ❞ so he speaks to her, noting her own intrigue in an outfit a few places down the rack. ❝ Are they not meant to be tailored to our form? If it doesn't fit, then it matters little if the outfit would suit you. ❞
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Securing an advantage, helping out her partner, survival, revenge...there had hardly been a fight Neopolitan had engaged in that didn't have a justification such as one of those. Self-interest always at the heart of it. Not once to help somebody in need. She was well aware of this, naturally.
That awareness made her appreciate just how bizarre the current circumstances were. She didn't have to be among the lives imperiled by the latchers. She could have just let the strong fighters around here do the fighting while she disappeared to hunker down until the danger passed. Yet as she caught one of the beasts' claw against the canopy of Hush, the blade in its tip extending to pierce the shell and make it gurgle aloud in pain, she was aware as she had been the whole time she was out here that fighting them off was doing something good for the city, for its people
Whatever that meant, she didn't let herself dwell on it. A yank of the parasol down and to the side sent the monster down to the ground, after which an elegant frontflip saw her heel driven into its head, with the bladed tip of her parasol doing the same to its back afterward. Once she knew it would no longer move- something that didn't take long- the blade was pulled free, now turned toward the one that was leaping toward her...and was swiftly sliced in half by another. Blinking a couple times, Neo looked curiously to this woman who had... perhaps just entered the scene or already been here, she wasn't quite sure.
...And of course she was a scythe wielder. Seemed she'd never have enough of them in her life.
@crimsonharvests liked x for an event starter!
Though she doesn't know this Warrior of Light specifically, there's a comfort in finding her and immediately feeling at ease. The return of her powers meant that she could sense the light of others again, and she knew right away that this was someone from her home that she could trust.
"It looks like a primal, doesn't it?" She refers to the dweller a ways ahead of them.
"But I'm afraid it's much stronger... What do you think we should do?"
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i'm gonna think on it but i'd like to reserve both y'shtola rhul and gaia from final fantasy xiv if i may! my ooc contact is @dynameteion!
they'll both be reserved for you!
– mod solaris
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"Congratulations on being reunited with your scythe! Is there anyone you're thinking of using it on to reacquaint yourselves with one another?" There might as well be arrows decorated by flashing neon lights pointing directly at him.
But since there isn't he's just pointing at himself.